This spring, we've have an unusually large number of feline visitors in the garden. As my husband and I were eating dinner in the kitchen this evening, I remarked that we hadn't seen the black kitty who frequents the flowerbeds for a couple days. A minute later, as I casually peered out the window into the arbor garden, there he was, taking a drink from the fountain! It felt odd to see him there right after I'd happened to mention him!
I tried to get a better photo of him by patiently waiting for him to turn completely around but he'd have none of that! He looks very similar to my cat Poe (named after Edgar Allen Poe)—so much so that for a moment, I thought perhaps Poe had escaped. Poe once escaped while I was away for a day. When I returned, I found him hiding out in a bed of our ferns, practically hugging the ground in fear. He'd found the great outdoors wasn't quite so exciting and must have taken refuge there. He hasn't tried to escape since.